A land under a foreign sun.
The children call bitter words
Hearts down, they're walking
Heavy until the dying's down.
Trembling for blood to drink.
Oh hear the monsters calling home,
No they don't wanna be alone, but the
Swallow the key so that nobody,
Nobody knows how they beat
They beat their chest to the sounds
Crying wolf under sheep's skins,
Reaching out their claws.
Never letting up the dust
Growing up into a fatherless
Son, oh my son, won't you come, won't you come.
Son, oh my son, won't you come, won't you come.
Son, oh my son, won't you come, won't you come.
Son, oh my son, won't you come, won't you come.
Oh hear the monsters calling home,
No they don't wanna be alone, but the
Nobody knows how they beat.
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